please,
just don't get stoned on the days you're seeing me.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
sanguine, or: two months' news
when the blood flows i know
what they saw when she was sanguine
but i don't see it here
when the tide leaves my body
so the sweetness my spirit
if at least for a short while
so fragile, so small
I waited in line for seven days
for one egg to fall.
what they saw when she was sanguine
but i don't see it here
when the tide leaves my body
so the sweetness my spirit
if at least for a short while
so fragile, so small
I waited in line for seven days
for one egg to fall.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
matador II
casually moseying
jingling jacket rings
this has been the most infinite
of black holes or pinholes
of metre and matador
a rhythm and sound wrapped in
delicate bounds
in october we were sound
and one year you were 'round
times two and you
[[[[note: this particular poem isn't actually the source of the title "of metre and matador." the matador ties back to a previous idea and poem, which i don't know if you'll ever see. the word "metre" was just fitting.]]]]]]
jingling jacket rings
this has been the most infinite
of black holes or pinholes
of metre and matador
a rhythm and sound wrapped in
delicate bounds
in october we were sound
and one year you were 'round
times two and you
- still
- hardly
- know
- me
- you
- say
[[[[note: this particular poem isn't actually the source of the title "of metre and matador." the matador ties back to a previous idea and poem, which i don't know if you'll ever see. the word "metre" was just fitting.]]]]]]
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
what things i do know:
wordsuntouchable
wordswellsought
words too clever too take four knot
your peru is elusive
my cuba conducive
but our turkey too short
can we turkey some more?
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